Like the First Morning
Every five, ten years or so, I go into an intense growth period. I saw signals that one was about to begin. And the growth metaphor goes like this: like a snake loosing it’s old skin and growing a new one. It can be a terrifying experience or a peaceful one depending on how you accept what is happening. It all began with me listening to Hay House Radio around the clock. I was like a sponge absorbing the teachings. Then I experienced the loss of my car because of a car accident. In previous growth periods, this kind of loss would trigger an intense anxiety attack. This time, knowing it was spirit beginning an important new lesson, I did not blame myself, rush to judgement, but instead waited on God (in my heart) to show me the next step.
Blackbird has spoken
After the accident, I thank the other driver for driving defensively and sparing my life. He did not become angry for me, but was peaceful. We both waited two hours for the police. A good friend came and waited with me while we waited for the police. I only had liability insurance for my car. Good friends and family came to the rescue to help me repair the car to make it drivable again. I learn patience and acceptance of my situation.
Like the first bird
I’m not claiming to have all the answers. I want to embrace healing and growth and move forward with my spiritual lessons. Perhaps if I document this here, it will help others having the same experience.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word Thanks to Cat Stevens and to Eleanor Farjeon for the use of the lyrics.
